HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD

INTRODUCTION

Without a warning, Jian took over. Again I couldn't resist. He was the most impressive and intensive teacher I had ever met. But he was not interested in light or enlightment. "That's for everybody to see." He liked to dig, reach into the darkness to feel the other side. For many of his students his path was too narrow or too steep. He would let them go easily. "You will come back after learning it the hard way." And he was always rigjt, except for that one boy. Born into a world which wasn't his, but his to be. This is the story of that little boy, who always remained a child, even when he litteraly grew up to be a giant

It had been a bumpy ride through time/space. The group was split up and it took the crew a long time before their connections were re-established. This planet was under strict surveillance by an alien group called "the Elite", who collected all possible data about the inhabitants and the planet itself, as if they were part of a devilish experiment. Every form of communication was collected to be analysed. Video-camera's dominated the streets and public buildings, audioreceivers reached deep into public places and private buildings. More than a thousand satellites where operative and followed every move of goods and people. Especially strangers were targeted because they were often the cause of disturbing the balance, the status quo on this world. The media, omnipresent, controlled and supported the scheme of the Elite. A oneworld government, one religion and a world-economy, strictly divided into workers and collaborators. The latter being the wealthy and worldly leaders. The Elite took good care of them.
I was stuck there, without knowing where the others could be. At last a connection, which could propably be the only survivor of the crashlanding at Roswell. My teammate succeeded to find a way of communicating, which was completely secured. Our own conspiracy channel. The almost forgotten task could finally begin. Bringing down the powerstructure of the Elite. The problem was. We had no idea, how and where to start

A giant spaceship was approaching Earth, hiding behind our sun. While coming closer it could easily been seen, especially at sunset. In the nearby future the worldgovernmwent, the ruling elite, would announce the arrival of a, previously unknown, comet. A natural phenomena happening every twentysixthousand years or so. The arrival would even be welcomed, because it seems to soften the natural catastrophes, which terrotized mankind. Planet X they would name it, Niburu or the New Star. Its arrival would be welcomed as if the phenomenon was the announcement of the returning of the Christ.
Almost nobody knew that the comet was in fact an Imperial spaceship, witch multiple crew, even containing some human species, had only one goal in mind. Recapturing Earth and destroy humankind. Exploration began and while the elitecorps went into a learning-trance; communicationexperts analysed the transmissions and datatransport on Earth and slowly worked their way in.

In the Cairo-museum the mummified body of the Great Rameses, moved.

MAITREYA PREDICTIONS

" Master, they say that a Second Sun will appear in the skies, announcing the coming of a World Teacher.    His name is Maitreya."
" That's a false Maitreya, an ingenious, well-prepared fake."
" Master, how do you know that. Why are you so sure?"
" Because I am the real World Teacher."
" Master, why do you keep silent. Why don't you reveal this imposter."
" I am not silent; people don't hear me."
" Master. why don't you stop communicating. They don't understand and dislike your words."
" I cannot. I was programmed that way."

Meanwhile in the motherchip the commander and his staff gathered for a final meeting. Countdown for Operation Harvest had begun. While everybody waited until the commander had occupied his chair, every entity present in the room checked their latest data.
Commander Orlov, was a wellrespected captain in the Imperial Fleet. Though he was not the right man for the job, Central Comand had put him in charge. He kinew that he could only proof himself or fail. The Handbook for Alien Contact would be his guideline. In the end it would all be simple. The planet Earth had to be harvested. It meant that the whole planet, including its inhabitants, should be stripped for use elsewhere in the Empire. When this was done, the remnants would be left to the Aliens, never to be heard from again. Though he looked human, Orlov had no geneticval connection what-so-ever with the human inhabitants of this planet. He didn't care at all for his look-a-likes. Just the Imperial Timeline would be his guide. It meant that about 2012 the overt operations could be started, finishing the job in 2016.
He had carefully chosen his officers, which had resulted in a diverse crew, resulting in minimal personal contact. That was the way he liked, that was the way to run a ship